Indifference.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy turned to Lavender. She didn't know what had happened to her and Lavy did want to know but with all the others thoughts going coming into her's and the people out side of the room it was getting hard to listen. Lavy decided that she ws going to shut down that part off her brain even though she hadn't done it in about an year and a half.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny came into the hospital wing, carrying a large jar. She set it down when she saw the others.
"Whats going on?" She focased on those laying on beds then glanced at Lavender. Automaticcly, she thought something had mad Lav angry.

[_Lavender_]

Lavender closed her eyes, sighing, ever so softly. She had known, that the question had been coming - she would have been a fool not to expect it. However, she had basically asked for it.
In a softened jerk of her body, her eyes open, her black wings twitching slightly, all the doors and windows about the Hospital Wing snapping shut smartly, rattling in their holds. And, in a sudden shock of energy, the entire room was sealed off from the outdoors; tarred stuck with her will, and the black will of her new able-body.
She folded her arms across her chest, and lent her hip against the waist-high end rail of Keith's bedside, her wings shifting yet again, cramped in their hold, and longing for the outdoors. In fact, so was Lavender. But, when had that ever been any different?
With a slow, deep intake, and outward force of breath, Lavender again closed her eyes, her unreachable thoughts shifting, searching into the blacker depths of her mind. It was not particularly a good idea to unlock and peek inside some of the blacker doors, but as she seemed to continue down the isle of memory, cage doors, things were looking to become stupid.
There were things in every being's past, bad patches of time, which are better left and forgotten. But, Lavender had to search, and release one of her worst, for any of them, her friends, to understand. She was extremely wary of it, that was deeply evident, but nonetheless, she continued to search through doors. No, she had not forgotten such a thing, but her complex mind, photographic-like mind, was like a storage system. Literally, she could see, do something, feel something, and if needed, find the source in her mind and open it, reliving. In the darker depths of her thoughts, there were the worst, of course.
Lavender finally came to the 'door', and a tremble ran through her form, visibly. It seemed as if she had reached out, and her hand had slightly turned the handle of the door, but she was too wary, too frightened, to open it. Her arms tightened about her, and her eyes remained utterly closed, but she was still, almost frightened of the step she was about to take.
There were worse things in her past, than her parents' deaths...

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny watched Lavender with quiet impatiance.
~Lav, don't be afraid. We're here, just outside your mind.~

[LavyBrown]

"Except for me" thought Lavy

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny now glanced at Lavy and sighed.
~I can still here you Lavy.~

[LavyBrown]

"I know."

[goblet_fulla_fire]

(I have absolutely no idea what is happening)

"W-" goblet cut off, now just remembering what Ginny said caused this unusual event. Instead, Goblet asked, "What is currently happening here?" he asked everybody

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny glanced at him.
"What happened to you?"

[LavyBrown]

(I have absolutely no idea what is happening)

"W-" goblet cut off, now just remembering what Ginny said caused this unusual event. Instead, Goblet asked, "What is currently happening here?" he asked everybody

(me and Ginny where talking to each other in our heads. We'er telpahic.)

[_Lavender_]

{{Ya, Gin and Lavy are talking telepathically, and Lavender is about to answer your question...}}

She heard Ginny's words, but she could not answer. She was afraid. She was almost terrified, of what she was about to relive, in detail. But, in defiance of her own will, she threw open the mental door, her features forming a sort of frown, wary look of concentration.
She couldn't tell them all. She refused, actually. Instead, she easily led her thought into all their minds, in a gentle touch, allowing a link. And with that link, she showed them with her thoughts, that briefly fluttered before them, as if they were in that time, feeling{though obviously very minimized as she sent the thoughts}, thinking her thoughts, seeing what it was she'd seen.
She took them all back in time thought, the first image, of her, Lavender at the age rounding nine, or so...

"I was of nine years when it all started," she narrated to the group quietly. "Young, still gentle, still caring, still passionate about living until I was two hundred years old. Yes, I had only lost my parents a few years before, but in taking care of myself, being on my own at such a young age, I usually shunned all pain. Physical or mental. Back then, I was a sunburned, always dirty, lanky limbed little girl, who only wanted life. Yes, I had been a bit murderous, but one, no matter how young, can only be trailed and attacked so many times without retaliation. Though I was young, I knew I could kick those asses who wouldn't leave me alone.
They never did leave me alone."

The images shifted, to show the young Lavender, walking about towns, trading with adults like the skilled little magician she was, fighting craftily, being trailed non-stop. Then, they shifted to a dark evening, of no stars, dimmed street lights, pouring rain, the coldest of temperatures, and the little Lavender running as fast as her legs would carry her, sending spells over her shoulder every now and then, at a black form, gaining steps on her stumbling, tripping little legs ever moment...

"It was the night of the third of January, and I'd just returned a kind shopkeepers pet dog to his shop. Though in the midst of conversation, in whirl of events, we were attacked, by a man, dressed all in black, and wearing it horrible. The shopkeeper and his family were murdered on the spot. I, ran. The man followed me.
I was only young then, and still spooked, and compared to the trailing figure, I was a mere newborn kitten. Of course, he managed to catch up, and he caught me."

The image showed briefly, a large fist rising, and coming down brutally upon the back of her, the little Lavender's, head. She fell, and all was black. The blackness held, as Lavender shifted her thoughts, and the next image, was of her little form, clothes drenched still with rainwater, hanging from the wrists from two thick metal manacles, her bare toes only touching the earth by the very tips. The mental image showed briefly the black hooded man, standing two or so feet behind her, a metal chain in his hands, that looked as if from a bicycle of some sorts.

Lavender, at this time, was making the thoughts short, to the point, and very bitter.

"The man thought I was some other being. I could not convince him otherwise. He wouldn't listen. Nobody listened. He did not care, either way. And, so he beat me."

The images flickered from him lashing out with the chain, to the welts and gashes whipped into her delicate flesh. To him standing before her, dangling a knife between his fingers threateningly. To his fist, connecting. To his savage hiss..
She didn't elaborate the images. There was no need.
Her tone, though icy and bitter, was still calm, and quiet.

"He tortured me for months, almost half a year, mentally about my family, and of course, physically. I think, now, that he must have been insane. But, once, when he'd thrown  to the ground from the hold on the manacles, I'd had enough. It was... a dose of hatred, I don't think I can explain. Something welled up within me, and I lurched out at him, despite my bleeding, swollen limbs and broken bones. I wanted his head separated from his body. I wanted him dead.
Even if I didn't feel the pain as I lurched out, I was still a child, he a man, and my body was rattled and weak; starved. He caught me mid-jump, and ran his blade through my lung."

A brief, fading image of her whimpering on the stone floor, at the man's feet. Then, images of blackness.
Again, Lavender's words were getting shorter.

"He killed me. In part, I was glad. I had come to terms with my life meaning nothing. Hell, when you become helpless as a newborn kitten, your mind does stuff like that.
That was when I met my Fallen Angel. She was not so gracious or Godly, for she was fallen, remember, but she was power. She was sincere in her want to help me. She was going to help me through my years, and someday, help me find my vengeance upon the male who had caused me such pain. Together, her and my will, I aroused from death."

An image of her, sprawled on the ground still, awakening, but alone.

"I was alone, so, though slowly, I took myself away from wherever it was, and hid myself in the nearest forest. I slept a lot, I grew up. I continued living on with those I'd known, as if nothing had happened. No one knew. I healed myself best I could. She helped me. I would never be, however, the same as I was before. Though that man wasn't the only who'd inflicted torture upon me, he was the first, and the deepest wounds still ached. They never faded. I'd never understood. I'd never before been unkind to any other, except those who tried to hurt me."

The black image shifted to the earlier day, of the near present. Her, Lavender walking about the forests.

"He found me again. I don't know how, I don't know why."

The image showed a brutal fight, between two beings of the deepest of hatred. Then, of Lavender, on her knees, and again, alone.

"I tore him quite near to death. But, he disappeared before I could tear him to pieces. I'd wanted to for so long, and I couldn't. I'd lost my chance. So, I went to the Hogshead, to drink off such. But, like I'd promised myself so many years ago not to do, I took some of my anger out on my friends, who'd done me no harm, and never meant to hurt me, as I once had been, so deeply..."


Lavender stood before them, withdrawing her thought from their minds. She stared at the floor, unable to do much more, her expression holding back the overwhelming feelings within her. Though such description was short, it was enough, to account for her feelings. Feelings of which, she still tried to shy away...

[goblet_fulla_fire]

Goblet was shocked, shocked to see such images, how cruel a person can be to do that to just a little girl. He immediatley felt hate towards the man, and hate towards himself for insulting Lavender. Goblet just layed back on his pillow, speechless.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy stood up and walked to Lavender. She reached out and huged Lavender "I'm sorry," she wipered to her.

[goblet_fulla_fire]

(guess we are going to wait for Lavender)

[LavyBrown]

(again! lolz ok)